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Feb 2017
He let you float in outer space alone
That's never a decision I condone
You're a down-to-earth girl
So let me bring you back down
You were just one of his picks
In his team of girls he's tricked
All these girls in this town
But you've taken control of my mind
It heals more than you'll ever know
He was the virulent lightning and I am the serene snow
You're the Angel on my Christmas tree
God has given his gift to me
I'll forget about the ones under the tree
Just smile for me
That will dissipate the scorn accumulating inside from the influence of my mind
Keep me bright
I can light candles all night
For you
A million other things I could do
But here I'm coming up with ways to impress you
There may not be many men like me
And that's how it must be
I am something truly new
Not some pawn to renew
You're not a body to *****
You're an art that made sure my horizons grew
What's a Man gotta do
To earn the trust of a delicate Angel affiliated with a society entrenched with Demons?
You are a Human being that deserves more
Making me get palpitations galore
I want to know everything about you
I don't care about the number of women I've been with
I don't focus on that
I aim to be one and done
They say we have Guardian Angels but I need my mortal one, too.
What does a man gotta do?
That is something I must ask myself
To improve
The empty space in you I can make sure is filled
Everybody needs a job to support them self but don't they know conjoining with someone as deserving as you is a whole job in itself?
Don't worry, I like working
Let me put in my hours
And devour
The blackness that he threw you in.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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